wendell berry

sometimes you find something that you really like and want to share it…i found this…

PoetryDispatch No. 318 | March 13, 2010



I am done with apologies. If contrariness is my
inheritance and destiny, so be it. If it is my mission
to go in at exits and come out at entrances, so be it.
I have planted by the stars in defiance of the experts,
and tilled somewhat by incantation and by singing,
and reaped, as I knew, by luck and Heaven’s favor,
in spite of the best advice. If I have been caught
so often laughing at funerals, that was because
I knew the dead were already slipping away,
preparing a comeback, and can I help it?
And if at weddings I have gritted and gnashed
my teeth, it was because I knew where the bridegroom
had sunk his manhood, and knew it would not
be resurrected by a piece of cake. “Dance” they told me,
and I stood still, and while they stood
quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.
“Pray” they said, and I laughed, covering myself
in the earth’s brightnesses, and then stole off gray
into the midst of a revel, and prayed like an orphan.
When they said “I know that my Redeemer liveth,”
I told them “He’s dead.” And when they told me
“God is dead,” I answered “He goes fishing every day
in the Kentucky River. I see Him often.”
When they asked me would I like to contribute
I said no, and when they had collected
more than they needed, I gave them as much as I had.
When they asked me to join them I wouldn’t,
and then went off by myself and did more
than they would have asked. “Well, then” they said
“go and organize the International Brotherhood
of Contraries,” and I said “Did you finish killing
everybody who was against peace?” So be it.
Going against men, I have heard at times a deep harmony
thrumming in the mixture, and when they ask me what
I say I don’t know. It is not the only or the easiest
way to come to the truth. It is one way.

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  1. Hi Mark, this is so good. I love it. I am going to pass it to my friend in Missouri, Mitch Jayne (The Darlings). He writes some wonderful stories also. Thanks for passing this to me. God Bless You Farmer Mark. Tell it like it is….

  2. dude there is nothing wrong with growing food. I grow my own food and I live in town! It was easy too, I got lots of help from a blog. You should check it out!

  3. […] So I forgive God, for not making a different world, a different me, than exists. I forgive God, basically, for being so much larger than my brain, and in the same act I forgive myself for not understanding the world, or my life, or God. And God forgives me for my resentment, and then forgives me for feeling like I need to forgive God. Maybe soon we will whistle and go fishing in heaven. (He goes fishing every day in the Kentucky River. I see Him often. “The Contrariness of the Mad Farmer.”) […]

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